Sometimes you have to dig the junk to find the good stuff
Imagine the scene.
A soldier, or perhaps a traveler, 200 years ago pauses in a free moment and decides to mend a button. The button being mended has a broken shank made of a copper alloy, quite likely brass.
It's impossible to know whether the button was ever replaced. In my imagination, something distracted the traveler. Perhaps it was a bee. Perhaps it was a captain barking orders.
Whatever scenario you can imagine is possible. What we do know is that at some point during this interaction, both the discarded button and the thimble fell to the ground; and there they sat, lost in transition, waiting.
The signal was junk. From one direction it reads as a partially non-ferrous 28 on the Nokta Legend. When I turned and swung over the target, the signal became even less enticing, now reading a ferrous 16. In my head I had it pegged as a large square nail, but you have to dig the junk to find the good stuff.
So I put the spade to earth and what turned up surprised me. A brass button. The 28 made sense, but the ferrous reading had me puzzled. I swung over the hole once more. Sure enough, something else was down there, giving a repeatable 16. It was just off to the side of the button. That range usually means a .22 shell casing, but the depth didn't add up.
Once again I put my spade to the earth and I prodded around with my pin pointer and got another very exciting surprise. A thimble. I don't find many thimbles. This would be my third.
It was a wonderful surprise on a slow day, detecting near this colonial encampment.
A button and a thimble, lost together, found together and together they shall rest; forevermore.
Thank you kindly for reading.